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Verse 1

The overhead light hums like a busted fluorescent, my boots scuff the cracked linoleum twice. She’ll text “land safe” when the wheels leave the runway. I don’t answer—can’t tie the laces quite right.

Chorus

I’m scared, but I go.

Verse 2

The departure board blinks, two hours late again, some stranger’s kid laughs into a juice box straw. I count the dimes in the vending machine rut, they stare up at me like I’m already gone.

Verse 1

The coat hung by the hallway, dust like quiet snow I lift the collar, and the night feels too close Inside a pocket, a crease of paper glows A receipt, its numbers trembling, a ghost I chose My hands shake, the slip whispers my fear

Chorus

I trace the ink, the date a faded line Each digit a step toward what I can't yet see The fear that held me now begins to unwind I push the doubts aside, set my resolve free

Verse 2

Mara stood beside me, eyes like steady rain She said, “We’ll follow where the numbers lead” The coat’s old fabric cradles a hidden train A trail of small purchases, a map to what we need” We walk the streets, the receipt a compass bold

Bridge

The shop’s neon flicker fades behind the dusk But the paper burns bright in my palm, a guide Every footfall turns the trembling into trust Determined, I chase the trail the receipt provides

Outro

When the last line ends, the coat returns to still The receipt tucked safe, its secret now a friend From scared to sure, I walk the road at will And leave the coat behind, my heart on the mend

Verse 1

Your keys still hang by the kitchen hook The coffee cup’s cold on the counter still I counted rings till my finger went numb No one picks up—just the hum of the line

Chorus

I keep calling the silent line I keep calling the silent line I keep calling the silent line

Verse 2

Monday’s paper still on the stoop The porch light burned all night again I left a voicemail just to hear how it sounds It came back hollow, the same as before I dialed the old toll-free number The voice you loved now tells me goodbye I trace the cracks in the sidewalk concrete Each one could lead me to the truth or a lie

Outro

The operator wants to know if I’ll wait I say yes, but I’m dialing the neighbor’s gate

Verse 1

I took the job at Johnson's store, thought it'd be a few months at most Filling shelves and sweeping floors, just to get some cash to coast But the summer's dragged on, and I'm still here, feeling stuck and alone Wishing I could leave, but the bills keep piling up back home

Chorus

Oh, the days are long, and the nights are hot, I'm just trying to get by But I won't give up, no, I won't give in, I'll make it to the other side Oh, the days are long, and the nights are hot, I'm just trying to get by But I won't give up, no, I won't give in, I'll make it to the other side

Verse 2

The work is hard, and the pay is low, but I'm learning every day How to fix a broken machine, and how to make the customers stay I'm finding my footing, and my voice, I'm not just a temp anymore I'm part of the team, and I'm making plans, to make this job a little more

Bridge

There are days when I feel like I'm drowning, in a sea of uncertainty But I take a breath, and I remind myself, I'm stronger than I used to be I think of all the things I've learned, and all the people I've met And I know that I can make it through, and find a way to forget

Outro

The summer's almost over, and I'm not sure what's next But I'm ready for whatever comes, I've found my own direction, and my own respect I'll take the skills I've learned, and the friends I've made, and I'll make my way Into a future that's uncertain, but mine to shape, starting today

Verse 1

Your name still written in the desk where the janitor’s keys clink like a ghost in the hallway that smells of wax and old milk, and the exit sign ticks red in the dark.

Chorus

I clock the stoplight turn from yellow to red and lay my foot down anyway. I clock the stoplight turn from yellow to red and lay my foot down anyway. Every stoplight on this road is yellow at two a.m., and I drive through them all.

Verse 2

The gravel lot hums beneath my tires, the scoreboard ribs lit up but no score, just fence wire singing in the wind that carries the bell from nineteen eighty-four.

Verse 1

I left when the blackberry thorns were sweet, three summers ago to the day. You swore you’d keep him off the street, but this week he didn’t know his way.

Chorus

Oh Buster, slow as sunset now, only bark left in that old sound— I’m scared I’ll carry you somehow and still you’ll slip right to the ground. So lead me where the last good streets are quiet enough to hear your breath. I’m determined as the weight increases, but terror walks me right to death.

Verse 2

His paws leave prints on kitchen tiles, etching circles near the door. The vet says thirty pounds in miles is all that’s left of half a score. I built a ramp from cedar scraps, your collar sings the jingle still. You watch the road through half-closed lids, nose testing every passing chill. The phone won’t dial unless he hears my footsteps on the porch below. I’ll carry him wherever appears safe grass, or dirt, or falling snow.

Verse 1

The wind rattles shutters like a warning Clock hands crawl but never spin around Sweat broke on my palms when they called your number Now the line just hums that familiar sound

Chorus

This year ends the way it always does— nothing left to prove, nothing left to lose

Verse 2

I lit every candle on the table Wax drips down like time’s already gone Footsteps in the hall—guess who’s on the sidewalk But it’s only the old man from 3C gone

Verse 1

I answered the ringing at half past nine Mara’s voice trembled, “First, you’ll need the flour.” My hands shook, the kitchen empty, cold as pine She laughed, “Just breathe, the measure’s a simple hour.” Hold the pot, hear my voice.

Chorus

Hold the pot, hear my voice, let the steam rise steady. Hold the pot, hear my voice, we’ll turn fear into ready.

Verse 2

The pan hissed, my pulse still drummed a fast beat, Mara counted, “Two cups, then fold in the butter.” A knot untied, my doubts fell like rain on street, She whispered, “Press the dough, don’t let it mutter.” Hold the pot, hear my voice.

Bridge

I steadied the spoon, the scent grew thick and sweet, The recipe became a map I could follow. Every step a promise, each stir a heartbeat, The phone crackled, “You’ve got this, let the oven swallow.” Hold the pot, hear my voice.

Outro

When the timer sang, the crust rose golden and warm, Mara’s laughter lingered, a kitchen’s quiet cheer. I plated the loaf, a story baked in calm, And whispered back, “Thanks, I’m finally here.” Hold the pot, hear my voice.

Verse 1

I heard the screen door slap before the headlights died, Him with his boots on the welcome mat, her with the belt undone. He said he’d walk the back road past the bone-white pines, She said the porch light keeps the moths from eating the screen.

Chorus

Neither side of the door ever slept again. Neither side of the door ever slept again. Neither side of the door ever slept again.

Verse 2

She turned the calendar to a week we can’t afford, He tossed his last clean shirt across the oil-stained floor. Fifteen years of receipts in a shoebox on the shelf, Now they’re counting footsteps from the bedroom to the well. I knelt where the yard light makes the gravel glow, Picked up the picture frame—just glass and yesterday. He went for the truck keys, she grabbed the kitchen knife, I stood between the two of them half my life.

Outro

Dawn came up slow as a sentence never signed, Each one staring at the other’s shadow on the pine. Neither side of the door ever slept again.

Verse 1

I wake up to the creaks and groans of the old house The city outside is still, no hum of activity My family's gone, the friends have all departed Leaving me with just my thoughts, and a sense of being deserted

Chorus

But in this quiet, I'll find my voice A whispered promise, a heartfelt choice To face the fears that I've been trying to avoid And find my strength, in this empty space employed

Verse 2

The shadows on the walls seem to grow longer and darker My heart beats faster, with every little creak and spark I try to shake the feeling, that I'm all alone But it's hard to find my courage, when the silence is my only home

Bridge

I take a step forward, into the unknown My footsteps echo, through the empty rooms I've called my own I feel the weight of my doubts, slowly start to lift As I find my determination, and my heart begins to shift

Outro

Now the quiet doesn't scare me, it's where I come to roam I've found my footing, in this empty space I call my home I'll use this solitude, to find my inner might And when the noise returns, I'll be ready to take flight

Verse 1

His hands shook when he signed the paper, ink too dark for his mother’s eyes. She knelt by the porch light, her voice a whisper, do you even understand what this price buys?

Chorus

Oh, I gave my word at seventeen and I won’t break the line.

Verse 2

He said I do, then walked to the bus stop, sunrise painting the street in gold. No one knew the words were already written, the future paid for in change and coal.

Verse 1

The envelope slipped a corner through the slot while the kettle knocked its lid clean off My thumb split on the stamp’s sweet tooth and the streetlight added two shadows My name on paper, bold enough to burn the receptionist’s smile, small as a dime I counted forty-three cracks in the sidewalk before the first motorbike cut my time

Chorus

I’m walking to the bright side of the street soles tapping the rhythm of a debt I can’t keep I’m walking to the bright side of the street soles tapping the rhythm of a debt I can’t keep

Verse 2

The council notice nails my fence tonight one week to clear the roses from the lawn I counted forty-three cracks in the sidewalk and found my shadow still one step withdrawn My neighbor’s dog barks at the paper I’m clutching like it can smell the ink from twenty paces I drop a sweet wrapper on her perfect lawn and keep the envelope clasped in both my graces

Verse 1

The envelope’s warm where the thumb’s been, stains on the table where the coffee’s been. Last week’s pay stub’s still in my pocket, today it’s only numbers on the clock.

Chorus

One stack, two stack, three in a row, I count the hours as the daylight goes. One stack, two stack, three in a row, I count the ways that the rent won’t go. One stack, two stack, three in a row, I count my breathing, hold it slow.

Verse 2

The radio’s talking about the market, they say the numbers don’t lie like the talkers. My daughter’s crayon says “Daddy’s home,” but the doorbell rings and it’s not her tone. The pen clicks down the zeroes, each one’s a hole in the dark somewhere. I press my palm to the table edge, pretend the weight is more than ledger.

Verse 1

The whistle cracked like a warning in the night (A) My heart thumped loud against the cold steel (B) Crowds swarmed the tracks, faces blurred in the light (C) I stepped back, feeling every breath a fragile seal (B) I watched the iron horse fade into dusk.

Chorus

I chose the silence over the clatter of wheels, A quiet resolve humming low beneath my skin, When the world rushes forward, I stand still, Holding the space where the missed train had been.

Verse 2

The platform emptied, shadows stretched thin (A) Fear slipped its grip, replaced by stubborn will (B) I turned my back on the echo of the tin (C) Each step forward a promise, a quiet thrill (B) I watched the iron horse fade into dusk.

Bridge

Midnight turned amber as the city sighed, I walked past the tracks where doubts once lived, The night air tasted of iron and pride, And every footfall proved the life I’d give.

Outro

Now the rails lie quiet, a line I chose to skip, The echo of that train is a song I won’t replay, In the stillness I’ve found the strength of my own ship, And the platform I left is where I stay.

Verse 1

First light through the broken pane, dust motes spinning in the cold. Shoebox labeled “Hotel” stares— can’t tell if I’m scared or old.

Chorus

But the sun climbs higher every day, so I lift and haul and sway. But the sun climbs higher every day, so I lift and haul and sway.

Verse 2

Moth-eaten sweater, yellowed notes, a ticket stub from twenty springs. Fingers trace the faded script— what if the past still stings? Gloves off, sleeves pushed past the wrist, plastic bags give way to tin. Something clinks inside the bin— maybe treasure, maybe sin. Flicker of a photograph, grins I barely recognize. Close my eyes, hold the frame— open them and shut my eyes.

Outro

Doors swing wide to afternoon, boxes stacked along the wall. All that weight behind my chest— I let the future in.

Verse 1

I woke up to an envelope on my floor My name on it, a number I'd been waiting for I picked it up, my hands started to shake The amount was right, but what if it's a mistake

Chorus

I'm taking the leap, into the unknown My first paycheque, it's a weight to call my own I'm finding my feet, on uncertain ground I'll make it work, I'll turn it around I'm taking the leap, into the unknown My first paycheque, it's a weight to call my own I'm finding my feet, on uncertain ground I'll make it work, I'll turn it around

Verse 2

I thought of all the bills I'd yet to pay The debts that piled up, night and day I felt the fear, it started to creep But then I thought, this is mine to keep

Bridge

I'll budget and plan, I'll make it last I'll learn to live, with what I have at last I'll take the first step, towards a brand new start I'll make this paycheque, a work of art

Outro

Now I hold it, this cheque in my hand A symbol of freedom, a new life to plan I'm scared no more, I'm ready to face The future ahead, with a steady pace

Verse 1

She pinches off the deadheads slow, counts each bloom before she goes. I watch her shadow shift the row from six o’clock to seven.

Chorus

She never asks and never speaks back, just nods when flashlight taps your pane.

Verse 2

Her mailman slides the bills between two wooden slats where humming-bees poke yellow heads—my porch is clean; hers shakes with morning papers. Now I scoop my porch in pairs, lend her the paper she misplaces. Her roses climb my back fence stairs like fingers through a rake’s teeth.

Bridge

One afternoon I stepped outside, she turned so quick I froze, caught the flinch beneath her pride. We both knew how things goes.

Verse 1

The open house sign still swings beside the drive, Their couch still holds the shape of someone who left alive. The kitchen smells like cinnamon and old alarms, I check the fuse box twice before I close the doors. The air is thick with half-paid bills and lemons in a bowl, A life packed up in cardboard, nothing left to stow.

Chorus

I’ll sleep here one more time before the lock gets changed, One more night beneath the weight of what we rearranged. I’ll sleep here one more time before the lock gets changed, One more night beneath the weight of what we rearranged. I’ll sleep here one more time before the lock gets changed, One more night beneath the weight of what we rearranged.

Verse 2

The movers left a dent right where her reading chair sat, The TV wires dangle like the frayed edge of that. The neighbor’s porch light throbs like a heartbeat in the dark, I memorize the cracks in plaster, memorize the mark Right where the banister gave way beneath his winter coat. The house remembers heavier than we ever wrote. The cold runs through the vents now that the heat’s been drained. I wrap the silverware in dish towels like presents half-arranged. The mortgage man called twice today, his voice all static grace. I count the screws still missing off the last shelf I faced. The floorboards creak a warning—time to let it go. But some things learn to hold a shape they never chose.

Verse 1

Phone’s ringing but the message just says, “Sorry, no one’s home right now.” I check the screen, no missed calls, Just my thumbprints glowing on the glass.

Chorus

Keep walking, don’t look down, The porch light’s still just a shadow on the ground. Keep waiting, don’t turn away, The dial tone’s the only thing left to say.

Verse 2

Driveway gravel grits under tires, House numbers blink out in the rain. I count the steps up to the door, Every one feels like a heartbeat again. Job listing said to call before ten, The clock’s hands crawl, I hear them steal. But the line clicks on, no voice, no sound, Just silence humming like a bad deal. Turn the key, the engine growls loud, Gravel spits like I’m supposed to leave. But I kill the light, step back inside, Stare at the phone as the battery grieves.

Verse 1

Mud caked my shins before the first stroke Catfish whiskers brushed my calf Mother’s voice still ringing off the bridge— Don’t you dare touch the water

Chorus

Before the current could decide I kicked and reached and came up blind

Verse 2

Palm to palm I pushed the dark away Black walnut leaves like blind man’s hands Every bubble popped against my face— One more second, then I’ll go back Fingers numb around the slick rocks Sun dropped like a coin from her purse Laughed until my throat burned raw— Still the river owns the dark

Verse 1

The current kept its promises— how the water stole my shoes, how the silt slicked my shins raw, how the reeds pulled at my knees. I waded in before I knew what fear was shaped like, cold and true, and the dark below the surface held my breath inside its jaws.

Chorus

The river never said it wouldn’t let me go— just swallowed me whole again.

Verse 2

I came up spitting, hacking, heart a drum against my ribs, but the far bank stayed untouched, still a galaxy of sins. I counted every ripple after how the current dragged me under, how the light lay thin as paper past the reach of where I’d been.

Verse 1

I was sitting on the porch, watching the stars up high The crickets were chirping loud, it was a warm summer sky Then the lights in the house behind me began to fade And I felt a shiver run down my spine, a sense of unease displayed The power went out, and I was left in the dark alone The darkness seemed to swallow me, and I couldn't call for home

Chorus

Oh, the night is dark, but I won't be afraid I'll find a way to light the path, to drive the shadows away I'll take a step, and then another, into the unknown night And I'll find my way, I'll make it right Oh, the night is dark, but I won't be afraid I'll find a way to light the path, to drive the shadows away I'll take a step, and then another, into the unknown night And I'll find my way, I'll make it right

Verse 2

I stumbled inside, trying to find a candle or a flame My hands were shaking, my heart was racing, I was feeling tamed But as I lit the match, and the fire began to glow I felt a spark of determination, a sense of "I can go" I thought of all the times, I'd faced the dark before And I knew I could do it again, I'd find a way to endure

Bridge

The darkness is a test, of my will and my might But I won't let it consume me, I'll shine a light I'll find my inner strength, and I'll make it through the night And when the dawn breaks, I'll be standing tall and bright

Outro

The power's still out, but I'm feeling alive I've found my way, through the dark and the strife I'm not scared anymore, I'm determined and strong I'll face the night, and I'll sing my song.

Verse 1

Mama’s apron still hangs by the till, stained with the lemon we sliced last spring. The register clicks one more time for the bill— just me and the hum of the fluorescent ring.

Chorus

One more stack, one more light, one more ghost in this blue glow. Time to fold up the counter tight, let the dark take the “Open” sign slow. One more stack, one more light, one more ghost in this blue glow. Time to fold up the counter tight, let the dark take the “Open” sign slow.

Verse 2

Old Mr. Hayes comes in for his usual pack, never says much, just tips his cap. His keys jingle like the keys in the back, where the summer shoes wait in a row for that. I swept the floor of the sunflower seeds that fell from the bag the bees got in. The broom slips where the floorboard creaks, where Pa used to lean when the cash was thin. They’ll turn the lights off tomorrow, they said, and lock the doors like we’re already gone. But the light catches the edge of an old wedding bed tucked up the stairs in the wallpaper dawn. I hung the keys where the apron hangs, right where the dust starts to collect again. The streetlamp’s string through the shop’s old transoms leans in like an eye over all I’ve been.

Bridge

Thirty years in the same uneven plank, each crack a step I’ll never climb. But the plank still holds, just like the bank still keeps the name it took all that time.

Outro

The door clicks shut with a breath of cold, the last pack rides away in Mr. Hayes’s hand. I turn off the hum, I fold up the fold, and the dark holds just what it planned.

Verse 1

Headlights cracked, the dashboard hums a dying tune Wipers dragging slow across the half-moon Radio still sings what the angels couldn't croon She never got to hear the end of June

Chorus

Yes, she died on the way home But she got me here safe alone Yes, she died on the way home I'm walking slow through the telephone Yes, she died on the way home But she got me here safe alone Yes, she died on the way home I'm walking slow through the telephone

Verse 2

Overheated on a backroad just past Tenby Lane Steam hissing like she's trying not to complain But a tow truck rolls up with a light like a summer rain And the driver says "Well, ain't she sweet and plain?" Left her there in the lot with a pen on her dash My number written where the oil stains splash The mechanic laughs and says "Son, don't be rash Some things just don't make the miles last"

Verse 1

Keyhole still shows the door I left wide open Landlord’s note stuck to the fridge with a magnet One good lamp and one bad chair in the corner Curtains that let in the streetlight’s backbeat

Chorus

Now the flat is just echoes and echoes Now the flat is just echoes and echoes Now the flat is just echoes and echoes Now the flat is just echoes and echoes

Verse 2

Saturday nights I painted the walls a color That looked blue under fluorescent lighting Every chime of the radiator a metronome Counting down to the rent on the first Box flaps refuse to close on those six cartons One held every party that never felt crowded Dishes stacked like dominoes before they fall Plates we ate from when we still talked about tomorrow Last light Friday forgotten in the toaster Shoe lace dragged a stripe of dirt across the floorboards Neighbor’s dog barked at a name no one answered Clock hands still counting the hours we stayed

Outro

Closet door left ajar like it’s waiting Only coats hang there in the darkening hallway One wire hanger that never quite learned its shape Last thing left with the key on the step

Verse 1

The kitchen clock ticked past three, The screen glowed soft, a thin blue tone, I watched the silence stretch its seam, The night hummed low, a muted drone. I let the call slip by, and the world kept turning.

Chorus

When the missed rings finally fade, I hear the echo of a voice, A reminder that somewhere, a heart was still poised. Gratitude rises like sunrise over the street, A simple connection, a pulse we both meet.

Verse 2

Morning spilled coffee onto the counter, The number stared back, a name I’d once known, I lifted the handset, the world grew louder, Your words fell warm, like a seed newly sown. The call I missed became the thread that tied us anew.

Bridge

In the quiet between rings, I found a space to breathe, A chance to notice the spaces that we often leave. Thank you for the silence that taught me to hear, For the moment I chose to answer, for the calm that draws near.

Outro

Now the line sits still, but I smile at its glow, A reminder that some missed beats lead us home.

Verse 1

The coffee cup leaves rings on the counter where last night’s dishes still stand No one to call this morning just steam curling from my hand

Chorus

Oh, the first chill wind of the year has found me here Oh, the first chill wind of the year has found me here Oh, the first chill wind of the year has found me wanting

Verse 2

The coat in the hall is too thin for mornings like this one that sticks to my bones Half a pack of stale cigarettes and records I know by heart alone

Bridge

Then the neighbor’s dog starts barking scuffling boots in the alley A paper bag this time, not the bottle someone forgot to take finally

Verse 1

I drove by the house on Elm Street today The porch swing's still there, but it's not the same Some stranger's car is parked in my old driveway I felt a pang of loneliness, like a ghost in my own life The memories I made within those walls, they still remain But now they're tainted with the thought of someone else's name

Chorus

But as I turned the corner, I let go of the pain And I thought of all the love that still remains In every room, in every floor, it's still the same And I'm grateful for the life I lived, and the love that still remains But as I turned the corner, I let go of the pain And I thought of all the love that still remains In every room, in every floor, it's still the same And I'm grateful for the life I lived, and the love that still remains

Verse 2

I remember the smell of fresh-cut grass and summer nights The sound of children's laughter, and the feel of warm sunlight But now the yard is manicured, and the windows are new It's a different life, a different love, and I'm not a part of it, it's true I felt a sting of jealousy, like a wound that won't heal But then I thought of all the memories I made, and the love that I still feel

Bridge

Maybe the new owners will make their own memories there Maybe they'll laugh and love, and fill the house with joy and care And maybe someday, they'll drive away, and someone new will move in But for now, I'm just grateful for the life I lived, and the love that I've been

Outro

The house on Elm Street, it's not mine anymore But the memories I made, they'll always be mine, forevermore And I'm grateful for the life I lived, and the love that still remains And I'll carry it with me, wherever I may roam, and wherever I may stay.

Verse 1

The ice in my glass has melted before the toast I count the forks left over on borrowed plates His sister still wears her mother’s locket, I read The date stamped on the back in nineteen eighty-three

Chorus

She saved the third chair for who never came She saved the third chair for who never came She saved the third chair for who never came She saved the third chair for who never came

Verse 2

I traced the hymns with fingers through the program pages Noted the pencil dots where parents crossed mistakes The bride’s bouquet already wilting in the heat A single white petal stuck to the back of my seat The groom’s old dog naps underneath a folding chair Snores when the photographer asks us once more to stare Across the room my cousin laughs with someone new I know the shape of every laugh I never knew When the cake was cut I passed the slices to the hall Recognized the baker’s mark from the pie I burned last fall The bride’s father clinks his glass against the empty air And for a second I forget I’m sitting there

Verse 1

Mama’s wedding veil still smells like peppermint, stuck in the lid of the cedar chest. Daddy’s letterman jacket hangs too heavy now, its cuffs chewed soft by half a century’s sweat.

Chorus

Before the pictures, there was a summer, like a porch swing creaking in the dusk. Before the pictures, there was a summer, like a porch swing creeping in the dusk. Before the pictures, there was a summer, like a porch swing rocking in the dusk.

Verse 2

They planted beans along the railroad ties and swore the vines reached higher every year. Ma’s blue-jean skirt, the one with the daisy print, still fits me when the calico ghosts appear. Uncle Fred’s harmonica slides out of tune, but the song it played is written on my bones. Dirt road dust still settles on the sill where she used to leave her hair clips and her combs.